I am a tool in the Carpenter's hand, And obedience only is mine. Never a whit may I understand The Carpenter's vast design. Mine to stay if He bids me stay, And go if He bids me go; Mine to plod in the same dull way Steadily to and fro. Mine to present a handle firm, And an edge that is sharp and true; Mine to achieve, in my destined term, Just what He would have me do. The Nazareth shop in the centuries dead Has sunk from the sight of men. O joy if my life, by the Carpenter led, May restore that shop again! |